My sounds of release are trapped behind my closed mouth. My senses take over as he continues. Each pumping of his fingers brings me closer to explodin.... The pressure of his tongue stroking and licking took me closer to the edge of orgasm pleasure. A great oral by my husband and I was, waiting for that final drive of pleasure force to take me over its edge.I feel it. The first crash against the rocks of the cliff wracks my body. Each slam of orgasm tenses my muscles. My ass lifts higher. He. Someone let out a groan as she snugged up her panties and gave us a wonderful camel toe view of her thinly covered snatch. Holy shit she was hot. We all let out complementary cat calls and she loved it. Apparently there was enough booze flowing in her that most of her inhibitions had disappeared. We enjoyed the visions of her dancing around the room, shaking her bootie and rubbing up against us. I could not wait till the end of the third quarter.The stakes of the game began to rise. We were all. Even under the blankets, I feel a rush of cold air hitting my now exposed pussy. I feel like such a slut and I love it. I run my middle finger up the center of my pussy until I find it, that perfect bundle of erotic nerves, my clit. Even just brushing over it sends a jolt through my body. With my middle finger, I trace slow circles around that little button. I’m tempted to go faster, to cum right then and there, but restrain myself. I repeat those slow circles for a few moments more then. They apparently trust me enough to give me your address and your class schedule, but a personal phone number was just overstepping the bounds. With an amused smile, Matt set down the pitcher and took a step toward me. Before I realized what was happened, his fingers were slipping into my pocket. My stomach tensed at his touch, it was gentle, yet tickled. His index finger brushed the inner part of my thigh through the thin cotton of my pocket lining, causing me to bite down on the inside of my.